The God of War's Love

Chapter one

The autumn leaves cascade down the bright sky, leaving no trace of the fleeting summer. My heart feels heavy, yet my spirits are soon to be lifted. I am about to become a general physician; mainly for family care and internal medicine, but I have finished many courses covering psychological trauma, intense injury care, and first responder training. I have lived in Nashville, Tennessee, my entire life, but my family has decided to travel to Japan for my grandmother's funeral. The car ride to the air port was calm and comfortable, and as the traffic began to increase, a small white cat scurried into the road. I quickly parked my convertible on the side of the road, as to not stall the happy hour traffic, and quickly scooped the small kitten into my arms.

"What were you doing out there in the middle of the road like that, kitty?" I whispered as I stroked the stiff fur upon its back.

I hurriedly went to the nearest pet store and bought a small kennel, a collar, some toys, and some food. I then went to the nearest vet to check if the small kitten was healthy. After an hour of a frenzy, I had decided to register the stray cat as my own, and named her Blanco.

A little part of me felt as if I were forgetting something. Then, my world rocked to a halt as I looked on my phone screen and found that I had approximately thirty four minutes before my plane took off.

After driving a little too fast for 15 minutes, I found myself sitting comfortably in a first class seat. Blanco wasn't an anticipated guest along for the ride, but a kind stewardess allowed me to keep her with me for the flight. Small "mews" began and continued to persist, despite my calm shushes above the small animal. After about ten minutes of trying to convince Blanco to be quiet, I unclipped the cage door and took her into my arms. She nuzzled against my chest and purred as I quietly stroked her chin, stomach, and back. The plane shortly departed, holding almost too many hopes, thoughts, and painful memories to bear.

In the middle of the flight, my tiredness won. I set into her cage and decided to have a little shut-eye before I landed. In a hazy dream, I saw myself running. I was sprinting toward a ball of light, as screams and cried of pain and suffering persisted. I live my life to save people. I have to help. I jumped through the passage to find a bloody and fire-filled nightmare, with a man clad in blood stained armor, commanding an army from the front lines, not the back. The vision of such pain in war was something I recognized from a history class I recently finished in college. The man was called the Dragon of Echigo; a man that claimed the Uesugi clan at the age of 15. I was brought out of my thoughts with a light sensation and muffled noise.

I quickly opened my eyes to my younger brother, Cole, lightly tapping my shoulder, as everyone  continued to exit the plane.

"Akane, wake up! We have to go," he said loudly as he pinched my cheek.

"Ow! Hey, I'm up, geez." I mumbled, slightly annoyed.

The trip to the house will be long, and mournful. We are scheduled to arrive tomorrow, and all of us are a little jet lagged. It's bright outside here, but I would normally be asleep right now. We stopped by a hotel and all managed to get our own room.

Blanco has shown a lack of deterrence to danger. Instead of the instinct that says, "Hey, maybe we should, you know, not," her's wants to check everything out. Everyone knows the saying, curiosity killed the cat, so I can't help but be a little worried.

I was in a shallow sleep when a sudden burst of thunder rumbled from the sky. Blanco was by the window, which was open for some fresh air, and she was in the process of escaping.

"Blanco, no," I sternly said. She daringly looked back with big blue eyes as a brave little meow escaped her mouth. She proceeded to jump out of the window as I drew near to her.

I jumped out of the window in suit, as the rain poured down. She could get lost, sick, or hurt. I have to find her. My damp hair clung to my neck as I finally caught sight of that mischievous little kitten.

"Blanco, here, kitty, kitty, kitty," I cooed.

She looked back disinterestedly as she turned a corner. That little- ugh. I followed her again to find a blinding light near a man wearing formal wear holding my Blanco in large hands.

"Sir, excuse me, my cat has ran off, could I get her back, please?" I politely asked the man. He had dark hair and striking green eyes; the foreign appearance in this town was unusual, and he kindly smiled and returned Blanco to me.

"She's a daring little thing, it seems. You have a strange accent," he said in a British one.

"As do you. My name is Akane, I'm a southerner from the states, how 'bout you?" I inquired.

"Malcom. How charming; I'm originally from London." He responded with a friendly smile. My eyes drifted to the bright light behind him. It looked like the one in my dream. As I was about to ask him, Blanco jumped from my arms and into the portal-looking object. Malcom stared in horror as I reached after the cat and was also sucked in.

"Miss Akane!" I heard him yell before everything went dark.

End of part one. I just quickly wanted to address the language dilemma I'm having. I can only speak English and Italian, so I will write in English, my native tongue. Please just imagine that they are speaking Japanese, and that this is simply a translation. Thank you.